This is the time of the year when the memories seem to pile up like fresh, fallen snow. Some of them are so beautiful, like an untouched winter wonderland, and so my mind drifts (pun intended) off. It’s then that I remember:
Vonnie, Gary’s mom, and I heading off to Galesburg, Peoria, the Quad Cities – it didn’t matter. We were off to shop for Christmas.
Seems to me that we weren’t afraid of much of anything – the frigid temps, the blowing snow, the forecast for more of the same. That was especially true when Vonnie had the Tahoe. I remember heading toward Galesburg and seeing the snow blowing across an open part of the highway, obliterating any sign of the center line. We soldiered on.
Once we got there I suggested we leave Fran at the front of one of the stores. There was too much ice in the parking lot, ice that had melted and refrozen over and over, leaving dangerous lumps all over the place. Plus, there were a lot of brave shoppers just like us, so we had to drive around to find a spot. All that time, Fran stood in the cold wind waiting for us.
Once we got inside, the first thing we wanted was coffee. Turns out, the Sandburg Mall didn’t have a cozy restaurant for that. As we sat on a bench and Vonnie broke the bad news, we all thought about it and decided it would be worth it to get back in the car and go to Perkins first before shopping. Besides, that restaurant had the kind of meals we loved. Vonnie and I went and got the car, picked up our passenger from the front of the store, and headed to Perkins. (I’m pretty sure we all bought muffins to take home.)
After we were done shopping all over Galesburg that day, we ended up back at Perkins for supper.
This is the kind of memory I cherish at this time of year. And I’m thankful there are so many more.
God is good, through all the trials I’ve been through lately, and through all the years of living with those I loved and who loved me.
My life has changed – dramatically – from all those years ago. Thing is, I still have folks I love and who love me, who check in on me, who bring me food (and chocolate!), and who genuinely care. That means I am making more memories, and that is a beautiful thing.